For my dad
I was thinking about my father and how often we'd like to "Go Back" in time, especially when as we grow, we find relationships with loved ones strained.
A somber reflection on death. "Precious is each minute and content he - Who fills each one with sixty seconds - Worth of distance run".
Wondering if I can ever be as cool as my father. "As time and again I realise he is the best of us - What can I say except papa I'll do my best in life".
Small bit of prose written on my father's last birthday